I Like The Construction Of Sentences And

If You Know You're Worth Nothing, Only A Gamble With Death Can Gratify Your Vanity.

There Is A Balance, A Kind Of Standoff Between The Time Continuum And The Human Entity, Our Frail Bundle Of Soma And Psyche. We Eventually Succumb To Time, It's True, But Time Depends On Us. We Carry It In Our Muscles And Genes, Pass It On To The Next Set Of Time-factoring Creatures, Our Brown-eyed Daughters And Jug-eared Sons, Or How Would The World Keep Going. Never Mind The Time Theorists, The Cesium Devices That Measure The Life And Death Of The Smallest Silvery Trillionth Of A Second.... We Were The Only Crucial Clocks, Our Minds And Bodies, Way Stations For The Distribution Of Time.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.

Ecology Is Boring For The Same Reason That Destruction Is Fun.